Shadow of the Beautiful World

It was getting closer and closer to midnight.

On the ridge of Todd Mountain, the bright moonlight sprinkled from the sky, seemingly illuminating a hazy night, but in fact, this light without temperature was not enough to dispel the haze brought by the night.

It just makes the night look colder and more chilling.

swish

The cold wind blows through the mountains, under the cover of swaying branches and leaves, under the rocky cliffs covered with ash, Blade's left hand slowly twitched, pulling the silver long sword out of the scabbard.

Probably because of the unorthodox inheritance, whether it is the blade or the Whistler who trained him, they don't have two swords like a formal demon hunter. The sharp blade in the blade's hand was cast for him by Whistler himself, using the steel secreted by the witcher to make the sword extremely strong, and silver-plated with modern technology on the outside of the blade.

This combination of ancient and modern makes this sword have both the sharpness of a steel sword and the demon-breaking effect of a silver sword.

The strong sword eliminates evil, and the silver sword exorcises evil.

This is the creed that the ancient profession of the witcher has had since its birth.

But at this moment, at least at this moment, Dao Feng's emotions are not as firm as he looks on the outside.

Because what stood before him was not an enemy that had to be defeated, but his mother. The person who is connected with his blood and gave him life.

I thought you were dead.

Under the sunglasses, Dao Feng's gaze became gentle for a moment, but returned to indifference the next moment.

I still remember those things, probably because of the filthy blood. From the moment I was born, those memories exist in my heart.

Dao Feng held the long sword, and he looked at the female vampire in a white dress in front of him. Even though more than 30 years had passed, her appearance was still as fresh as in memory, as if she had never aged.

But the bright red lips and the bloody smell lingering on her body made it impossible for Dao Feng to ignore her identity at this time.

He said:

I saw with my own eyes that your eyes were closed, covered in blood, and you were pushed out of the operating room.

I'm dead, Eric.

The female vampire was afraid to look into her son's eyes. She lowered her head and said:

But after midnight that night, I opened my eyes again.

So you accepted your second life with peace of mind?

There was a hint of sarcasm in Dao Feng's voice:

In my heart, you have always been a great and strong person, but now it seems that it is just a self-glorification of the word 'mother' in my memory. You are a coward

I am your mother!

Blade's sarcasm made the female vampire in front of her feel angry. She raised her head and shouted sharply at Blade:

You should respect me!

Why?

Dao Feng raised the long sword in his hand, and said in a blunt tone:

Just because you gave birth to me, I have to respect you? If you have been alive, if you are really as 'great' as you imagined, how can you let your son live alone for 13 years? You Just gave birth to me, but less than 30 minutes after I was born, you abandoned me!

I guess you never came back to see me, did you?

Blade's question made the female vampire in front of her a little at a loss.

This is not at all the scene of mother and child meeting in her imagination. Faced with her son's sarcastic language and gaze, she can only try to explain with a pale voice:

No, I want to go back. I've been worried about you, but I can't go back, I have my own difficulties.

sorry.

Blade took a step, and he whispered:

I do not want to hear!

swish

At this moment, the figure of the demon hunter appeared in front of the female vampire like a violent bear preying on it. The silver sharp blade in his hand roared and slashed down. Facing the cut blade, the female vampire in front of him The vampire stood there motionless as if frightened, his face full of astonishment.

She never seemed to have expected that her son would swing his weapon at her so ruthlessly.

She looked at Dao Feng with eyes mixed with fear, astonishment and despair. At the moment when the four eyes met, Dao Feng swung the sharp blade, and finally hesitated a bit.

Snapped

The tree behind the female vampire was cut smoothly by this blow, and the trace of the blade was only a few centimeters away from her body.

After the blade swung down, several chopped off hairs were flying in the air.

puff

Accompanied by the sound of a sharp object entering the body, the face of the blade that swung the weapon turned pale at this moment.

In front of his eyes, the expression on the face of his mother, the female vampire, was like a face-changing face, from that kind of fragile dullness, to an instant that Blade was familiar with, the darkness and cunning that belonged to vampires.

In his mother's hand, a needle pierced Dao Feng's abdomen, and in that needle, a strange, blue liquid was tumbling and quickly injected into Dao Feng's body.

Blade is a day walker, he takes into account all the advantages of humans and vampires, but he also inherits some of the weaknesses that belong to humans. Just like now, powerful sleeping pills that have no effect on vampires are still effective on blades.

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Dao Feng subconsciously swung his left fist and hit the vampire on the cheek, knocking her back several steps, while he himself pulled out the needle in his abdomen. But it was too late, and everything in front of him began to spin up.

boom

The ruthless witcher fell to the ground, his breathing becoming weak.

Under his gaze, the female vampire whose bruises on her face quickly dissipated came to him, with a gentle expression on her face, she squatted down, stroked Blade's cheek, and said:

My Eric, you are my son and I love you like all mothers.

I know what you've been through all these years. That damned old ghost is using you. He's turned you into a killing machine without emotion. But this is not the life you should have. Dickon promised me tonight, tonight , he will give you real freedom.

Eric, you don't need to find identity in the torn identities of human beings and blood races. Tonight, you will really go home. In your life, I will make up for the years I missed, my dear Son, I will always be with you.

How could you, Dickon, be with that lunatic?

Dao Feng resisted the painful dizziness, and asked word by word:

What the hell is going on with you and it?

Facing Dao Feng's questioning, his mother Vanessa showed a distorted smile on her young face. She mentioned her son in one hand and said to him:

I know that you have been looking for the vampire who bit me for more than 30 years. But it has always been in this city, and it is Dickon. Eric, the vampire who bit me back then is Dickon. According to the tradition of the blood clan, it is your 'father'.

Don't hate it, Eric, it took me in when I was most desperate, it contained me. It's not as bad as you think

This answer made Dao Feng feel cold all over his body, but he was already powerless to struggle. The last thing he could do before he was completely unconscious was to use the remaining strength to zip up the pocket of his windbreaker to ensure that , the black watch in the pocket will not fall out in the bumps.

In the past 30 years, the blade has almost always fought alone.

But even he himself almost forgot that now, he is not alone.

—

The Temple of Eternal Night hidden inside Todd Mountain is very large.

At that time, Vlad III and his followers almost hollowed out the entire mountain of a mountain, and used blood magic and solid marble columns to prop up a magnificent palace nearly 50 meters high.

This place is like a truly complete palace, with a hall, a main hall, and a secret room for sealing the source blood.

12 pillars carved with different images are arranged around the secret room. Their images are very similar to the knights in the Middle Ages. The vampires at that time were very particular about cumbersome and exaggerated etiquette, so the appearance of the 12 giant stone carvings is simply lifelike. .

In front of the stone pillar, there are 12 stone platforms engraved with different runes, and in the center of the secret room is a cylindrical platform similar to a throne.

The 12 Patriarchs from the American Blood Clan Presbyterian Church were tightly bound by the blood warriors of the radical faction on the stone platforms that matched their family crests, like sacrifices for a sacrifice that was about to begin.

Around the chamber of secrets, around this majestic palace, the warriors following Dickon were already in their positions, and the South American vampires who followed the witch were also fully armed and guarding the entrances of the Palace of Eternal Night.

High-ranking vampire warlocks who are proficient in blood magic are adjusting the flow of magic power around the palace. They want to use the magic power escaping from the ground to reawaken the supreme power of the blood race after hundreds of years of their ancestors' departure.

Everything is ready, every gear has been fitted together, just waiting for an order, and everything in this dust will be seen again.

But even on such an important occasion, the instigator of this blood god inheritance, the mysterious witch, still did not appear. She doesn't seem to care about any of this at all.

Ah, Blade, or should I call you Eric.

In the hall of the Temple of Eternal Night, Dickon Frost, who has already prepared to open the inheritance of the blood god, this seemingly unrestrained vampire leader, is wearing a simple and exaggerated red woolen robe, with some The little golden pendant is dressed like a medieval old ghost walking out of a picture scroll.

It stood in front of the blade, while the dangerous vampire hunter was suspended in the air by binding his limbs with a chain as thick as a bowl.

All of the witcher's weapons had been confiscated, and he had several bloody wounds to keep him weak.

Perhaps you already know.

Dickon held his hands behind his back, and looking up at the feeble Blade, he said:

Your mother told you all, right? Eric, you should call me 'Father', although I don't want such a rebellious son like you. But it doesn't matter, although you have made me a lot Trouble, but that's a thing of the past.

Dickon said gently:

After I accept the legendary power of my ancestors, I will release you immediately. You don't need to worry about whether you are a human or a blood race. From tonight onwards, you will become the worst enemy in my blood race dynasty A frightened killing warrior.

I will give you this honor, you deserve my respect.

Pooh!

The weak blade spat at Dickon, but was dodged by the agile Dickon.

Dickon Frost, you pretend to be a big shot, but you and I know that your origin is useless, and your life will continue to be useless. In the eyes of your subjects, you will always be just an impure bastard!

Shut up!

Blade's words hit the most vulnerable part of Dickon's heart.

It stretched out its hand a little angrily, intending to teach this guy a lesson, but the next moment, Dickon's expression suddenly became calm.

It snorted coldly, continued to put its hands behind its back, and said in a leisurely voice:

Although you can say it, everything will change tonight. Eric Daofeng, I have always been curious, you throw your head and blood for human beings, do they really accept you?

Blade didn't answer the question, and Dickon obviously didn't need his answer. The half-vampire, who was ready for everything, said in a persuasive tone:

Look at you, you are such a silly kid. Eric, let me tell you, human beings are the most xenophobic, they are the most stupid and selfish, and in their eyes, you are just an impure bastard. You You know, what I said is right, because you and I were once part of the human race.

Okay, it's time, open your eyes and take a good look.

Escorted by several high-ranking vampires, Dickon turned and walked towards the secret room at the end of the blade's sight. It elongated its voice and said like a hymn:

Witness me, Eric, my blood dynasty and I will rise from tonight. We will bring a real blood promotion to this world!

Eric!

After Dickon left, the female vampire Vanessa came up to him, and she said in a tone that taught her son:

You shouldn't provoke Dickon, he has already realized your value, my son, you will have a bright future! Don't ruin everything just because of impulse.

Shut up, you're embarrassing me.

Dao Feng didn't want to say a word to this woman who was facing his mother's face but had degenerated into a monster.

He was hung in the air, almost one-third of the blood in his body had been lost, and he was so weak that he couldn't even hold a sword. But the more this happened, the more intense the flame of repression in his heart danced.

Looking at the secret room at the end of his line of sight, he said:

I'll be watching. I won't miss it.

The Fall of a Madman